Living There Is Not Hell, It Is the Fire of the Desert. The Plenitude of Life That Stayed There Like a Tree
Living There Is Not Hell, It Is the Fire of the Desert. The Plenitude of Life That Stayed There Like a Tree
The wind, the birds, the sweat, the hands, the wheelbarrow, the drought and the burial. Could it be possible to disappear in the desert? Totoral is a village that fades away behind its hills. A village that emerged and learned from the land and its animals, and from staying safe. The desert is constantly changing, the trees dry up, and they, the men, with their animals, wipe away their footsteps and their presence as time goes by.
